“You don’t have to worry about my relationship with Charles either. We’re comrades who have been through thick and thin, and he understands me.”

“Don’t worry about me! Do I look like the kind of person who would willingly bear grievances for others to you?”

Tristan shook his head.

She wasn’t the kind of person who would bear grievances for others, but she was the kind who would do it for him.

However, that was absolutely unacceptable as well.

As they sat close together, Sophie couldn’t help but smile at Tristan’s serious expression.

“You’re even more concerned about me than my dad. My dad isn’t even that worried about me!”

“Sophie, I don’t want to be your dad. I want to be your man!” And with that, Tristan pushed her down and captured her cherry-red lips with his.

He kissed her tenderly, and although it was just a kiss, he cherished every moment he had with his beloved woman.

After the kiss, he held her in his arms, feeling the tenderness that was meant for him alone. Only in moments like these would he feel her need for him.

Sophie was overly independent most of the time, as she was always able to handle everything perfectly on her own.

“Speaking of which, where’s Willow? Where did you leave her?” Sophie asked, realizing that she hadn’t inquired about her in a while because she didn’t find it necessary.

For as long as she could remember, she had been a paragon of patience and forgiveness when it came to Willow. And with the upcoming Christmas festivities, she couldn’t help but feel that if her beloved grandfather were still with them, he would want nothing more than for Willow to come home and join the celebrations.

“Why bother caring about her? She’s not worth your time,” Tristan replied coldly. Willow is an ungrateful and shameless woman who deserves to suffer. Let her spend Christmas alone on that deserted island! Christmas is no different from any other normal day for her. Anyone who dared to bully Sophie would do well to prepare for the worst, as I would not tolerate anyone mistreating Sophie.

“I think my grandfather would want to see her at home during Christmas.” After all,

was Sophie’s only

make concessions for him that she wouldn’t make for anyone

her back. But if she dares to hurt you again, I won’t let her off,” Tristan

“Okay!”

afraid of her so it doesn’t

island, Willow had to learn how to farm and cook

middle-aged woman in her thirties, and her skin had become especially

help when she saw ships before, but this island belonged to Tristan; no one dared to come near,

stopped and someone came down that she heard, “Willow, let’s go! You’ve always wanted to

Willow was stunned.

almost

you coming or not? If you still want to

could Willow possibly not

been hoping to leave that place and never come back from the moment she got there. How could she want to

always lived a privileged life since she was young. Here, she had to do

come back. The thought of going through the same ordeal again was

if afraid that whoever had come to collect

pitiful state. When Yale and Charmaine saw her, Yale merely shook

Sophie in a relationship with Mr.

of the day, her fate rested entirely on Mr. Tristan’s

to benefit from

imagined that her once-pampered daughter would end up in such a sorry state. Willow’s complexion, once fair and flawless, had

back

yet and is in the prime of her youth, yet she already looks like she’s aged

around for BBQ that night, Sophie’s phone suddenly rang, and it was Yale on the other end of

worried that Sophie didn’t know about this, so he decided

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